The taste of song
The skin of sea
The pale of bones
The shape beneath
A photo of a river
A song about the waves
A woman spins inside her skirt
On the floor of an abandoned stage
A note inside a pocket
I remember what it said
Words that read like stains
Oh, what is it that you meant?
The taste of song
The skin of sea
The pale of bones
The weight of me
To discord
To war
And the heart, it rages on
To land
To sea
Take me with you
And you tread
The earth and firmament
No longer ours
Language and working limbs
There in the night
Exalted, ruthless queen
Old summer dirge
Sing beneath the canopy
Array of green
So lush
Do you concede?
I was never yours
Devoted to your darker work
My blood leapt from the strangest place
The shrillest of four arias
Words rendered false in the garden
Sorrow tipped its hat and fled
You speak my name and no one wept
Mystique woven in the moon's cleft
I bow my head and bid farewell
In streams of relief
I cup my hands
An ocean overcome
Won't be the last
(And it won't... it won't be the last)
To discord
To war
And the heart, it rages on
To land
To sea
Take me with you
To transcend
To shore
Usurp with golden thread
To hail
To return
And unravel yet another myth